(Ghosty)
Yo
Yeah, the speed reload is quick
But the switch on the back of the G-lock faster
Remember when Soljy showed me the chip
It was '016 when a 4z was gangster (Old school)
Pay for the slimaz to go on trips
She don't know that she traffickin' bricks from Sangsta
Somethin' like Munchie and Mitzie
But Lasco's bait, now I gotta use shh
Melt the flake into liquid form
Then heat it back just to get it back proper (Whip, whip)
Filled out too many visitin' forms and they still never came, just my chick and my mother
I was at Shrewsbury Town with Ethan
But I hit the trap when I never got my scholar (Stress)
Went jail, didn't get to finish pre-season
Since then I ain't really thought 'bout soccer (In the trap)
Odd one out at academy trials
Think I had two phones from age fourteen (From early)
I hate when the minutes run out on the bundle
I can't call out, but they can call me (Stress)
Got me callin' cats on my smartphone
141 for a one-on-one, poor me (No)
One of my old nits me on the 'Gram sayin', "Long time, flav, can you still sort teenths?" (Oi, it's hot)
No point sayin', "If I don't blow then it's back to the line" cah mine never turned off
Ice in the see-through bottle isn't Smirnoff
Ammonia splashed and his skin got burnt off (Splash)
Pay an importee from Liverpool, Berghaus trackie, blacked out on a Surron
Burst through the coap like the wap's invisible (Baow, baow)
Best run quick when the keys get turnt on (Dah, dah, dah, dah)
Grab a Desperado' when I enter the rave
That's why I still got my white ting cah she knows who and who does MDMA (Yeah)
My old ting bleaches, now she lightskin
When I seen her, I couldn't resemble the face (Who's that?)
You ain't ever been with your fam in the mornin' and been in jail by the end of the day
She told me she loves me and we just met her to shut it down like Tyrique's missus (Shut it down)
Footstep calm, if we've got no car, man march with the ting like Pisces niggas
What he says in them songs don't match his life
I feel like his bredrin writes his lyrics (Cap)
It's funny how flake just drop to the bottom
And in school, I used to hide from physics
But, bro, don't weigh three-fives on my scales
You're gonna turn weed smokers into zombies
The residue from dark still on there
You can't mix Class A drugs with the hot leaf (Never)
I heard that I'm never outside like I weren't just daggerin' gyal by Crosse Key
Small breakfast and a concrete
I still take quick pit sops by Domdines
Wrap my tag in foil, then hit them sales that call after curfew
When I hit that town with the straight drop, they never seen nothing like this since bird flu (What's that?)
If you don't get recommended from a five-star source, then no, I can't serve you (Never)
It's funny when cats complain like I ain't been runnin' it up with worse food
First day out of the wock tryna size up my new probation officer (What's he on though?)
I'm not talkin' Caribbean freaks when I say I just found me a Bajan swallower
In NatWest changin' my old notes 'cah the law changed and the new ones polymer
Stop checks in yard with my shoes
I always blend through when they hear I'm a foreigner
In bar one and my phone's on one bar, but I don't care 'cah the machine full up
The mandem screamin' ruggu when they see the real bad G, dem pull up
My dargs in homestead deal with science
They get confused when I call it juju
If I give Badda Jon this chopper, you're really gonna know why his nickname Tutus
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